percolators brewing and bubbling
the rich bean aroma polluting the air
wasting away in a bamboo chair
he sits and watches and questions and thinks
why, who, when, then he takes a drink
people walk by without even a glance
"gosh darnit," he exclaims spilling coffee on his pants
every thursday he sits in his window side seat
watching the world pass,not missing a beat
fascinated by people, he wonders what they think
who they love or what the drink
sometimes he puts himself in their shoes
armani, crocs or big leather boots
being that person, their thoughts turn to his
he sits and thinks "do they have kids?"
not missing a beat or person who walks by
sometimes he wonders how it would feel to be a fly
he spends a few minutes being someone else
but always coming back to be himself
he cherishes moments when he left his body
sitting by a window he can become anybody
he always comes back to his bamboo chair
the smell of coffee polluting the air
percolators brewing and bubbling
the rich bean aroma polluting the air
wasting away in a bamboo chair
he sits and watches and questions and thinks
why, who, when, then he takes a drink
people walk by without even a glance
"gosh darnit," he exclaims spilling coffee on his pants
every thursday he sits in his window side seat
watching the world pass,not missing a beat
fascinated by people, he wonders what they think
who they love or what the drink
sometimes he puts himself in their shoes
armani, crocs or big leather boots
being that person, their thoughts turn to his
he sits and thinks "do they have kids?"
not missing a beat or person who walks by
sometimes he wonders how it would feel to be a fly
he spends a few minutes being someone else
but always coming back to be himself
he cherishes moments when he left his body
sitting by a window he can become anybody
he always comes back to his bamboo chair
the smell of coffee polluting the air
- Justin Martin